Some give a shape to my ethereal form
and worship them. Some fix a place to my
ubiquitous power and name it as my Dham.
By reading tales my, some feel cosmic high.
For some my thoughts become lifeline.They think
of me always-they talk, discuss, canvass
and moot my tales. They can’t endure a blink
ev’n of my absence on their heart canvas.
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They understand their perceptions are poor
and know that humans err. With me in their
conscience they try to spoor my wishes pure
and act as if it’s me in truth the player.
They feel they have nothing to think about,
to act and gain. That’s surrender, when run
I, their actions, accept the fruits and rout
their Karmic bonds, to grant them salvation.
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All birds don’t perch on the same branch. They hold
the one they feel serene and safe. All boughs
are boughs, when you with wisdom eyes behold…
the same verdure and same succulent vows.
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O dear cowgirls, your lay desires misled
you all towards the lair of wild perils.
But pure Bhakti walks you on floral bed
of cosmic love towards eternal thrills.
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O dames discern the crapulence of wine
from mystical ebullience of sweet
nectar; a human’s daubs from God’s design
and bland handouts from Master’s sapid treat.
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Obelles you crossed the temporal threshold
to reach my spiritual abode. There’s no
going back and falling down into the old
snakepit of millions of wiggling woes.
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